Tom Waits — Lowside of the Road

I'm on a black elevator goin' down Little Joe from Kokomo, it rattles to the ground The dice is laughin' at the man that he throwed I'm rollin over to the lowside of the road The moon is red and you're dancin' real slow Twenty-nine miles left to go The chain monkeys help you with your load You're rollin over to the lowside of the road Jezebel is naked with an axe The prosecution tells you to relax Your head feels like it's ready to explode You're rollin' over, you're rollin' over Well, the clapper has been ripped out of the bell The flapper has been kicked right out of hell When the horse whips the man that he rode You're rollin' over to the lowside of the road The dog won't bite, if you beat him with a bone She's so shy when she's talkin' on the phone The ground rises up and starts to groan You're rollin' over to the lowside of the road To the lowside of the road To the lowside of the road